if he goes and dies on me now, I know I'll go completely insane.

for some reason Gale and Peeta do not coexist well in my thoughts.

But it's Posy, Gale's five-year-old sister, who helps the most. She scoots along the bench to Octavia and touches her skin with a tentative finger. “You're green. Are you sick?” “It's a fashion thing, Posy. Like wearing lipstick,” I say. “It's meant to be pretty,” whispers Octavia, and I can see the tears threatening to spill over her lashes. Posy considers this and says matter-of-factly, “I think you'd be pretty in any color.

Desperate, yet no longer alone after that day, because we'd found each other.

But just before they cut back to the main newscaster, I see the unmistakable flash of that same mockingjay's wing. The reporter has simply been incorporated into the old footage. She's not in District 13 at all. Which begs the question, What is?

Then he smiles as if he'd be happy to lie there and gaze at me forever.

I trusted him. I put what was precious in Haymitch's hands. & he has betrayed me